Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 350 Lü Liang Takes the Blame

Lü Liang froze, then slowly turned his head.

A beautiful older woman was looking down at him, a smile on her lips and her eyes curving into crescents.

Lü Liang forced a smile: "I'm just browsing around, hehe, just browsing around."

The older sister reached out and gently touched his head, but Lü Liang felt his scalp tingling.

"I remember you're also from the Lü family, little brother," the older sister said casually. "Knowing we're going to deal with your family, are you planning to go back and warn them?"

The group stopped their discussion and turned to look at Lü Liang.

Those further away who were still confused about the situation were also informed by those around them, and all eyes were focused on Lü Liang.

Lu Liang remained calm, even showing a hint of grievance on his face: "Sister, you're joking. Now that I've joined the Quanxing Sect, I naturally don't care about so-called families. I was expelled from the Lu family back then; how could I possibly help them?"

The older sister smiled and drew circles on his head with her finger: "Oh? Expelled? I heard you escaped?"

Lü Liang sighed: "What's the difference between fleeing and being expelled? Either way, they're both telling me not to stay in the Lü family."

He raised his head, a hint of resentment in his eyes: "Why should I help a family like that?"

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The older sister stared into his eyes for a few seconds.

The man smoking next to them sneered, "Little brat, do you think we're three years old? That we'll believe whatever you say?"

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Lü Liang turned to him, his expression sincere: "Brother, what I said is true. If you don't believe me, you can ask around and see if there's a good-for-nothing named Lü Liang in the Lü family who was kicked out."

Before the smoking man could say anything more, the older sister waved her hand and pinched Lü Liang's cheek: "Little brother, be good, don't make things difficult for your older sister."

Lü Liang nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, sister, I definitely won't."

The group chatted about various things before slowly dispersing.

Only when no one was around did Lü Liang's legs begin to tremble.

He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his back covered in cold sweat.

"Damn it—I almost died."

He paused for a while before taking a step forward, pondering how to relay the message back to the Lü family.

Cheng Mo and Xia He brought Lü Huan, Wang Zizhong, and Ding An to the town.

Cheng Mo glanced around and saw that there were even more Quanxing people than when he was in Zibo.

On the street, at the alley entrance, and beside the roadside stalls, people were squatting, standing, or leaning in twos and threes, all familiar faces. Some were eating noodles, some were smoking, and some were picking their nails. When they saw Cheng Mo looking over, they all pretended to be nonchalant and looked away.

Wang Zizhong sighed. He had lived to such an old age, and this was the first time he had been followed by so many people. He felt like a monkey in a zoo.

Cheng Mo waved to the crowd: "Let's go, don't get in the way."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The members of Quanxing followed Cheng Mo in unison, like a long dragon wriggling down the street.

Pedestrians on the roadside were so frightened that they quickly made way, thinking that gangsters had come out to play.

After leaving the town, we passed through a field and arrived at a desolate forest outside the town.

Cheng Mo stood in the middle of the woods and glanced at the people who had followed him in—wow, at least fifty or sixty of them.

"Old Yuantou, you simpleton, come here for a moment."

The Quanxing members automatically made way for them; they had considered taking action back in town.

Although there were many people on their side, Cheng Mo and Ding An were standing opposite them, and Xia He was also there.

Who is Ding Shian? One of the two heroes, someone who can defeat half of them single-handedly.

I had already witnessed Xia He's methods in Zibo. As soon as she released the pink mist, the Quanxing gang members stood up as obediently as elementary school students, as if they had been drugged.

Forcibly taking it? That probably won't work.

Yuan Tao walked up to Cheng Mo, forcing a smile, "Master Cheng, what are your orders?"

Han Dan'er kept staring at Cheng Mo, his eyes filled with an inexplicable sense of closeness. He didn't know why, but seeing this "big brother" made him feel at ease.

Cheng Mo patted Han Dan'er's belly; it felt soft and squishy, ​​like patting a large cotton ball.

He pulled a bag of food-eating pouches from his pocket and handed it to Han Dan'er: "Take these with you. When you get into the village, if someone faints, put them in these pouches. One pouch can hold one person."

Han Dan took the cloth bag, opened it, and looked inside. There were dozens of round little balls with a faint luster.

He nodded vigorously, stuffed the cloth bag into his clothes, patted it to make sure it was in place.

Yuan Tao held out her hand: "Let me see."

Cheng Mo grabbed Yuan Tao's wrist and said with a grin, "Silly boy, just hold it. You old codger, don't try to touch me."

Yuan Tao's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

Cheng Mo exerted force in his hand, and his breath surged from his palm, spreading up Yuan Tao's wrist. Yuan Tao immediately felt his body sink, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. His legs went weak, and he couldn't mobilize the Qi in his body at all, let alone control the magic weapon.

Cheng Mo looked at him with a smile: "What do you think I mean?"

Yuan Tao gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words: "I understand, I understand."

But in his heart he was thinking: What that idiot took is mine, I don’t believe that Cheng Mo is watching me all the time.

Cheng Mo released his grip, and Yuan Tao rubbed her wrist, took two steps back, lowered her head, and her eyes were full of resentment.

Cheng Mo clapped his hands and turned to the others: "Everyone, just wait for my signal. When the fireworks go off in Lüjia Village, rush in and knock everyone unconscious. Don't kill anyone, otherwise, not only will you not get any benefit, but you won't live either."

The members of Quanxing responded sparsely: "I know," "Okay," "Understood," their voices weak and listless.

Cheng Mo frowned: "Haven't you eaten yet?"

The Quanxing member raised his voice a little: "Understood!"

Cheng Mo was still dissatisfied and raised his voice: "Louder!"

Some people in the crowd voiced their discontent. A burly man with a shaved head muttered, "I—I really think I'm something special, you bastard—"

Several people nearby also quietly echoed.

Before the words were even finished, those dissatisfied people were thrown into the air.

Several people flew up to a height of 100 meters and became small dots.

Then the small black dot started to fall down.

"Ah! Help—!"

Screams drifted down from the sky, growing closer and louder, and the air currents whipped up the dead leaves on the ground.

Just as they were about to land, the group suddenly stopped, less than a meter from the ground.

Several people rolled their eyes and passed out.

Cheng Mo waved his hand, and the group was gently placed on the ground. His smile remained unchanged: "Did you hear me?"

The members of Quanxing all shouted in response, "We heard you!"

The sounds were so synchronized that they shook the withered leaves off the trees.

Cheng Mo nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, let's call it a day."

The Quanxing people immediately retreated, running faster than rabbits. The already small forest was empty in the blink of an eye, leaving only trampled dead leaves on the ground.

Lü Liang also mingled with the crowd and ran out, not forgetting to look back as he ran.

He saw Lü Huan and breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he began to worry about why Xiao Huan was with Cheng Mo to deal with the Lü family.

This matter must be told to Grandfather.

Lü Liang quickened his pace, preparing to find a secluded place to contact the Lü family.

He had just run out of the woods and before he could even take out his phone, several people surrounded him.

The older sister walked in front, a smile on her face, her eyes curving into crescents, and reached out to block his path.

"Where is the little brother going?"

Lu Liang froze, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "I—I'm going to the restroom."

The older girl tilted her head and looked at him: "Do you run that way to the toilet?"

Several members of the Quanxing sect also gathered around, surrounding Lü Liang in the middle, each with an unfriendly expression.

Lü Liang: "6"

He cursed himself a thousand times in his heart, wishing he hadn't come to join in the fun.